I yawn, pulling myself up in the bed. The light shone through the room very brightly. I rubbed my head. What time was it? Ten AM? No way, it seemed much earlier.

I stood up, walking to mirror across the room. I was wearing the same clothes as last night, remembering everything from the night before.

"ohhh," I sigh, sinking to the couch, mortified, burying my face in my hands, wondering how I would be able to face Greta and Nesime this morning. It will definetly be too soon if I drink like that again.

I take a long shower and then get dressed up, extra makeup to hide the hangover stress in my eyes.

When I walk back to my living room I see Greta staunter in.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"Don't ask," she moaned back in reply. "Sleep." I smile, my turn to giggle, helping her to the bed.

It is around one in the afternoon when I walk out of my room, the headache almost gone. I walk out of the hotel, taking a walk in the gardens.

I needed some time to breathe some fresh air.

"Miss Baket," I hear. I sigh, turning to see Omar walking towards me. "I was looking for you since last night. Where have you been?" I frown slightly.

"Indisposed," I reply honestly. I rather confused look was his reply, so I decided to change the subject fast. "What is new with the police concerning the death of Kramer? Are we ready yet to leave for South America? I would love to get away and forget that whole mess..."